There is no conflict that does not entail the single, simple question, "What am I?"
Yet who could ask this question except one who has refused to recognize himself? Only refusal to accept yourself could make the question seem to be sincere. The only thing that can be surely known by any living thing is what it is. From this one point of certainty, it looks on other things as certain as itself.
ACIM Workbook, lesson 139
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About spirituality and coming home to Source. By Eolake Stobblehouse, studying multiple branches of spirituality for 30+ years.
"Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God”
- A Course In Miracles
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- Eolake Stobblehouse
- Born in Denmark, living currently in England. I write about creativity and communication and technology which supports those. And about spirituality/metaphysics.
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Ironically, Psalm 139 of the Bible tells you WHO you are! :-)
Wow, the psalm says: a porn king.
You're such a BOOB, ttl! :-/
Yeah, that's grossly misrepresented, it actually says: "a classy purveyor of tasteful erotic art".
You're such a BOOB, ttl! :-/
I have to admit, I haven't been watching my diet very closely recently, and this may have contributed to some manboobedness. But it will be gone in no time, I promise.
Yeah, that's grossly misrepresented,...
I don't think so. In the biblical times, it was all about kings of various kinds.
it actually says: "a classy purveyor of tasteful erotic art".
But the models' pussies are showing!?
I have to admit, I haven't been watching my diet very closely recently, and this may have contributed to some manboobedness. But it will be gone in no time, I promise.
Weigh-in will be next Monday morning; same time; same place! I'm holding you to that promise!
But the models' pussies are showing!?
Well...we certainly know where YOU'VE been roaming! I know that you liked lions but...there ain't none in that "exotic park!" :-/
Or you can ask,"what is the I that is asking the question 'what am I'?. In the end, you might stop asking the question, and just Be.
The first page in my diary I used to keep...
"I fear two Gods.
The one that made me live,
and the one that makes me die."
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